A New Beginning

Chapter Eight

READ AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM!!!

Troy's Pov ~ 

What did I do? She just kicked me out! I don't get it....First she is smiling and then she kicks me out? Gosh, girls are so weird! I bet she's just PMS-ing or something like that....

I went into my room and sat on my bed, thinking about what had just happened. What did just happen? I have no idea!

Then the doorbell rang. Who could that be? Probably the stupid paparazzi again. I walked down the stairs and to the front door.

"Can you please lea --" I looked at the small figure in front of me. It was Kayla "Oh sorry, Kayla. Do you want to see Sophie, or did you come here to have some alone time with me? If you know what I mean." I winked at her.

"What do you think?" she replied, rolling her eyes at me. "Where is she?"

"In her bedroom. Can you ask her why she's mad at me?"

"Why would she be mad at you?" Kayla asked, stepping through the door frame and into the house.

"It's a mystery waiting to be solved! Can you please ask her for me? Pleaseeeee??"

"Sure whatever." She ran up the stairs and disappeared down the hallway.

Sophie's Pov ~ 

"Hey Soph --" Kayla said as she stepped into my room, but stopped when she saw my face. "Why have you been crying?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

She took a seat next to me on the side of my bed. "If you don't wanna tell me then I'm cool with that. If you wanna talk about it then you know I'll be here."

"Thanks, Kay."

"Hey, isn't that what best friends are for?" She smiled at me.

"Yea, I guess..." 

I can't believe he said that! Gosh, maybe if my stupid childhood wasn't so freaking screwed up, then maybe I wouldn't be stuck in this mess. I just wish my parents loved me....even a little bit! But you know, I just had to face the fact they they didn't love me, care about me, or want me. I remember the day I ran away like it was yesterday. I even have a few scars for souvenirs. Not the best kind of souvenir, but the kind that'll last forever!

'"Troy called me by my full name," I said as a tear ran down my right cheek.

"So wha --" a look of recognition spread across her face. "Oh...I see."

"Yeah, I know."

I bet you want to know why I'm cryin my eyes out, don't you? Well it's because when I was a little girl -- about the age of five, before my parents went all ballistic -- they called me Marie, my middle name. But when Troy called me that, it brought back the terrible memories from my childhood. Well you cant change the past can you? When Troy called me that, I felt all the pain that I had felt six years ago.